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She wasn't here. We were all in NYC the orphanage. The children were weeping like anything. The older ones who knew about rose kept asking where she was. We couldn't answer. No one could. She was the first child of orphanage.
So, she was very close to Ms.Patricia. She was like her daughter in every sense. The nature rose had was because of Ms. Patricia. She taught rose to do what her heart told. Even it was crazy or idiotic for people. But, at least that will give you happiness.
Rose, being the lovely daughter of Ms. Patricia took her words so seriously that if her heart told her to walk out if the class in the middle of the lessons. She would do that.
I remember Rose told me that when she was in 9th grade. She got adopted by a single father whom she loved. But, she still visited Ms.Patricia to help her. I really want her to come. I know she would regret not coming in future.
The People of orphanage sigh as they are about to close the coffin. When someone shouts
"W-Wait! "
I look back to see her.
Rose!
Her eyes are crying. Her face shows the pain. She runs to the coffin and sees Ms. Patricia last time. Her cries becomes sobs. She starts getting breathless.
